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Daily Lit Deviations for April 8^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Suggested by: littlemoonboots
Featured by: betwixtthepages}
seabonesyou told me to walk on water
but all i did was sink to the sandy bottoms
of the salty sea.
the brackish water stung at my eyes
and filled my lungs,
seeking refuge in the spaces between my ribs.
i remember barely breathing
wet inhales and slow exhales of the briny sea
through slightly parted lips.
my heart was lost in a century-old shipwreck
found through the haze of floating sand
granules that looked like dust in sunlight,
fingers wrapping around wood and forgotten memories.
i wondered if this was death,
ocean water pressing down on the hollows in my chest
world moving in slow motion through teal colored lenses.
you told me to walk on water
but all i did was drown.
seabones by brokenfragilethings

<sub>With a unique perspective and a beautiful
metaphor throughout, brokenfragilethings
leads readers to a new viewpoint of depression.


Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>

Night"Night"
The sun is tired
It lends beauty to the moon
"Keep my light safe, please."
Night by InsatiableStarvation

_{This beautiful haiku romanticizes
the natural world in an unexpected way.}

Prose

_{Featured by doodlerTM}
ResearchSome writers frequently delete browsing history.
Research by stormsinmidsummer

<sub>An intriguing six-word story that
many writers might be able to relate to.


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
God's MorticianIt wasn’t as if Thomas had known what to expect; it just that he hadn’t expected, well, this. He read the obituaries every Sunday out of a mixture of habit and morbid curiosity – or as he liked to call it; “professional interest”. At least that’s what he told his wife, anyway, when he noticed her brow furrowing, or her lips puckering into something dangerously close to resembling a pout over breakfast. She didn’t like dead people; his “clients”. She didn’t like hearing about embalming, or caskets, or hilarious anecdotes of “you’ll never believe the cosmetic work I had to do on this corpse today! The man’s accident left him without a face!” and the like. And she never visited him at work. “It’s one step above grave-digging if you ask me. It’s mortifying being married to a mortician!”
Thomas wasn’t much of a conversationalist. He didn’t much like people, and they didn
God's Mortician by Rosary0fSighs

_{What would it be like to work in the morgue of heaven?
Well...maybe not as exciting as you think.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}
BirthBirth
I.
   La lune gardienne fantôme immaculée des ombres s'évapore dans le halo gigantesque du soleil levant.
II.
   Les lampadaires sont encore allumés.
   Avec le soleil qui se lève, ça donne
   un air féerique à la seine.
III.
   Les trainées roses caressent l'azur
   comme la trace d'un doigt divin
   et la sirène dans le ciel
   s'efface vers des horizons plus purs
   pour retrouver le cœur
   qui manque à sa poitrine
IV.
   Ca y est, l'enfantement du jour
   est terminé. Les humains pressés
   peuvent aller travailler.
Birth by jack0998
_{A gorgeous little tribute to
daybreak and all its majesty.}


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